Thea
“Are you going to make me force you, Little Brat?” he growls, in a tone that tells me he would, and for some sick reason, the thought of not complying feels much more rewarding than being the good girl he wants me to be.
I’m so close I smell the clean scent of his cedarwood shower gel mixed with the sweat from his run; there’s no doubt in my mind that he showered this morning. My mouth waters to sample him, to be forced against him.
We both know he wouldn’t have to force me.
If I didn’t want to do it, I would kick, scream my words of dissatisfaction and, ultimately, sucker punch him in his balls.
I won’t be doing any of those things, though, because him forcing this on me has arousal gathering in my panties.
“Jesus, you want me to force you? To teach you how to be a good girl?”
I whimper, and the heat in my cheeks multiplies by the second at his attention on me. His eyes are hooded as he stares down at me like I’m a contradiction, one he wants to devour and destroy all in one.
His hand snaps out and tangles in my ponytail, then he yanks me forward until my nose is flush with his cock. “Lick my balls. Clean them up, Little Brat.”
I slide my tongue over his heavy balls, loving the way his abs contract with each calculated stroke.
He tastes like heaven, like a man should taste, a hint of saltiness among the freshness. His skin is velvety, and the tip of his angry cock leaks with each interaction.
“Fuck,” he groans, so feral my clit throbs. “Suck one into your mouth. Bathe my balls, Little Brat. Clean them up.”
Oh god, his filthy words and commands have me moving to appease him. Each flick of my tongue elicits a wild sound from deep inside his chest, and when he fists his thick cock, I almost combust.
He’s the most gorgeous, filthy, powerful, and handsome man I’ve ever laid eyes on, and the thought of him touching anyone but me sends a venomous hatred through my veins.
“More.” His hips move in time with his fist, and it’s the most incredible thing I’ve witnessed. With no barrier between us, no condom, this experience feels profound.
“Jesus, you’re so good at that. So good at taking demands from me.”
His fingers flex in my hair, pinching my scalp, but I don’t care. “Don’t stop, baby, I’m going to come.” His hips jolt. “I’m going to come for you, Little Brat.” His balls draw up, so I tug them back down with my lips. “Holy fuck!” he roars, then his mouth falls open.
Warmth splashes over my face, down my cheeks and chin, but I continue to lick his balls like the obedient girl he commands me to be.
His chest heaves as he comes down from his orgasm, and I moan with pride. He strokes my cheek, and when I look up at him through my tainted lashes, a smirk plays on his lips. “You can be a good little brat for me, huh?”
A tenderness passes between us, but it’s gone in a flash, his handsome face taken over by a bitter expression, and I’m confused as to what’s changed so suddenly.
I pull back from him with narrowed eyes. The wetness coating my face and spilling down my chest is becoming cold, and I’m embarrassed.
He steps back and pulls my phone from his back pocket, then aims the camera at me and presses the button to take a photo.
“There we go. Mommy’s little princess is all messy.”
It shocks the hell out of me, and I stand so quickly I almost stumble, but hell, I’m angry. How dare he? He knows nothing about me or the relationship I have with my mother.
I snatch the phone from his hand, then without fully thinking, I march over to his T-shirt and swipe it from the floor.
With a smile on my face, I make a show of using it to wipe away his cum.
His smirk falters, replaced by anger, but I’m beyond furious.
He used me, and now he thinks he can speak to me like I’m nothing more than an airhead whore?
Well, no way, he can fuck himself next time.
I throw his T-shirt at his chest, and he catches it with a grimace. Then I stride toward the door.
“Don’t step foot in here with those shorts on again, Theodora. The next lesson you’ll learn, I’ll shove my cock down your throat so hard you won’t be able to speak,” he shouts.
I scoff. Like hell he will. Though, I refuse to give him any more of my time, so instead of calling him out on it, I flip him off over my shoulder and slam the door behind me.
My bodyguard might think he can tame me, but I’m about to teach him otherwise.